In Shuhuang Palace, Xuanyuan Chong, who was tall and upright, took off his solemn and heavy ink black dragon robe, changed into a light robe, and leisurely leaned down on the queen's phoenix couch.

"Zi Tong, do you feel that... Qing'er's trip is like a different person when she comes back?" He took the palace tea handed over by the palace servant and took a sip. He frowned almost imperceptibly, puzzled, "I always feel that she has become less like herself."

"Not like herself?" The queen pulled over a mahogany stool and sat down beside him, her tone exuded a little joking, "Do you think someone pretended to be our daughter?"

"How is this possible?" Xuanyuan glanced at her, "Is this what I mean? Is our daughter a fool who wants to pretend? Just kidding."

The queen chuckled, "Then the emperor thinks, is Qing'er's change good or bad?"

"Putting aside other things, such a change is of course good." Xuanyuan Chong almost did not hesitate. "Although the innocent and incomprehensible worldly appearance in the past was also cute, her identity was not only the princess of the Southern tribe, but also the emperor of the Southern tribe in the future. It is not possible to manage the country by relying solely on innocent and cuteness."

"Since the emperor thinks that her change is a good thing, why are you still struggling?" The queen reached out and pinched his legs lightly. "Qinger's 16th birthday is coming, maybe she just suddenly realized the responsibility on her shoulders and wanted to do what a crown prince should do."

When Xuanyuan Chong heard this, his eyes suddenly looked at her with a strange look.

The queen lowered her head and half-hammered and half-pinched his calves and ankles with moderate strength, like a virtuous wife from an ordinary family.

"Zi Tong." Xuanyuan Chong spoke with a little suspicion in his voice, "Qinger slept with you last night, what did you talk about?"

"It's just about talking about my daughter's family." The queen sighed softly and looked up at him. "Qing'er fell in love with someone and wanted to make him the emperor of the palace, so..."

"Is this why she suddenly wants to take power?" Xuanyuan Chong frowned, "Who did she fall in love with?"

"A prince from Xiling."

"Prince Xiling?" Xuanyuan Chong was surprised, then frowned, "It's ridiculous! How can a little prince Xiling be the emperor of the Southern tribe? Qing'er is too nonsense."

"I was once a trivial orphan of a criminal minister in Dongyou, how could I become the queen of the Southern tribe?" Si Yunrou smiled faintly and refuted disapprovingly, "The rules of the Southern tribe's royal family are not necessarily abiding by, and they cannot marry other countries, but because they are not needed, not impossible."

When Xuanyuan Chong heard this, he choked, "Then... the situation is different."

"What's the difference?" Si Yunrou raised her eyebrows, "Aren't I the orphan of Dongyou's sinner? The prince in Xiling is so noble than his original identity. Why can't he become Qing'er's emperor?"

"This..." Xuanyuan said a moment of silence and said speechlessly: "You have never seen that prince Xiling, why are you so anxious to speak for him?"

"I am not speaking for the prince of Xiling, but for Qing'er." Si Yunrou said indifferently, "Qing'er is really moved by him."
Chapter completed!